The Saint (Haven Grace Prep #2) - Kelsey Clayton Page 0,1
it between my fingers. “Because then you wouldn’t get any of this.” The corners of his mouth raise, but as he goes to reach for it, I pull away. “Aye. Eyes on the road.”
The school isn’t far from my house, so it only takes a couple minutes to get there. Just before we pull into the parking lot, I eye all the douchebags in uniforms. Haven Grace Prep is the private school across from mine, though I’ve always said HGP should stand for Hoes, Gays, and Prostitots. It’s full of a bunch of rich snobs in a constant war of my dicks bigger than yours.
“Look, it’s your best friend,” Stone quips, nodding toward one particularly obnoxious shithead.
Carter Trayland. He’s had it out for me for years, since I made starting quarterback of the North Haven football team as a sophomore. Our team has wrecked his every single year. He was sure with their new quarterback, they would redeem themselves this year. Unfortunately for him, the game was rained out and never rescheduled. It didn’t make a difference to me either way, but he was royally pissed.
I watch as the blond douchebag acts the way his entitled ass always has—like no one in the world can touch him. Although, I guess no one can, being as his dad is the district attorney. He’s tried fighting me a few times, but there’s no doubt in my mind he’d have the book thrown at me if he actually got a mark on his pretty face. While my criminal record isn’t exactly squeaky clean, it doesn’t have any felony charges on it, and I’ve done things I’m not proud of to keep it that way.
Carter’s eyes meet mine and narrow instantly. I chuckle, flipping him off before looking away. I may be his number one most hated person, but he’s always the last thing on my mind.
“You know, one day you’re going to have to kick his ass, just to put him in his place,” Stone points out.
I hum, acknowledging he’s probably right but being completely aware it’s a bad fucking idea.
As soon as he parks, the two of us get out of the car and go to join the rest of my idiotic friends behind the school. Zayn, the closest thing I’ve had to a brother since kindergarten, leans against the wall. His black hair is spiked, and he’s puffing on a cigarette. Gage and Easton are next to them. Their identical black leather jackets are always good for a joke at their expense. What kind of guys go shopping together for matching clothes? I mean, other than the mega-cunts across the street.
“What’s up, fuckers?” I greet them, plucking the cigarette from Zayn’s fingers and bringing it to my lips.
Gage smiles deviously and hands me a phone. “E was just showing us pictures his girlfriend sent him. She’s a hot piece of ass.”
I take the device into my hands and thumb through the images. For the past few months, Easton has been dating Tessa Callahan—one of the trust-fund brats from across the street. At first, I was completely against it. After he practically forced her on all of us, however, I’ve grudgingly come to tolerate her. I still think it’ll never work out between them, but they insist they’re only having fun. And Gage is right—she’s pretty hot. Psychotic as fuck, but hot none the less.
“Nice tits.” I hand Easton his phone back. “You’re going to let me hit that, right?”
He laughs. “Once I’m done with her, you can do whatever you damn well please.”
Stone slips his hand into my pocket and pulls out the joint I brought for us to share. It’s not all the time that we get high before going to class, but when we do, it makes the day more interesting. Just as he lights it, my phone vibrates inside my pocket. I pull it out and my stomach drops at what I see.
Unknown: Boss wants to see you. Friday night behind Taylor’s Pub. Bring your friend.
“You all right, man?” Zayn questions while passing me the doobie. “You look like you saw a ghost.”
I take a deep inhale and shake it off. “I’m fine. Nothing to worry about.”
But that’s a lie. After reading that message, I’m anything but fine, and there’s everything to worry about. Boss is a very powerful and very dangerous man—a man I happen to owe a huge favor. He’s not the kind of person you want to be indebted to. I’ve spent years avoiding being